Gallery is now updated with my Jeju photos. This is kind of fresh look to the material I shot in Jeju in summer 2012. There are some digital shots as well as 35mm film.
Time to go back.. to the moon.. Review
This book is like a huge shock! Not because of the subject matter, but because of the honest way how these photos are taken. It is my first time to meet Kawori Inbe via her photographs, but by reading this book I was able to form a a clear image of her in my mind.
“Time to go back.. to the moon”, is like art in a way it’s put together, but the stories presented are real, as what also the text confirms. Inbe achieved to capture the subject’s anger, loneliness and sorrow in a way which is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The book is a fascinating wonderland of experimental posed photography, but bruises and slit wrists are real. I think the photos could be considered kind of documentary and I don’t really feel that the women are posed.
There are four photographs that struck my heart especially. One would be the first photo of the book, where the young woman with stitched arm is holding what appears to be two razor blades. She has a headlight on her head and she is standing outside in dark alley. She is wearing white gown, and her expression is haunting.
Another photo would be bruised woman against white backdrop. Her eyes are devoid of life, and speak her whole story.
Then there is photo of two women holding each other in what appears to be a street of Tokyo, one wearing blue dress and one wearing red. Woman in red seems lonely or afraid, and the woman in blue is comforting her. Perhaps the women are warming each other in the cold wind of the cruel city society.
For last, I’d like to mention the woman in school girl uniform holding her newborn baby. There is something so direct and honest about this photo. It must be her eyes..
In Kawori’s own words, “Of all the emotions people have, I feel that ‘anger’ manifests the will to live most”. Her photos indeed express this, but do so in such a beautiful way. Quoting her from the book, “The photos with slit wrists and the like are graphic, but I want to capture the face more than the injury.”
It would be easy to make sensational book with subject matter like this, and do it for the wrong reasons. But she chose to focus in the whole personalities and lives of her subjects, and therefore reveal much more than what’s on the skin, or obviously visible.
Women in the photos are hauntingly beautiful. Every one of them.
Indeed, the very intention of the photographer is totally transparent in this book, even though the photos leave so much for the audience to imagine. Did the woman choose to wear her underwear on her head or was it an idea of the photographer? I don’t know and I don’t care, because her eyes tell the truth.
Only exceptionally talented photographer can achieve something like this. I am really anticipating next work of Kawori Inbe. She is clearly one of the rising stars in Japanese photography scene.
Kawori Inbe is a Tokyo born photographer, and she has received the Annual Miki Jun Award, and held numerous exhibitions in Los Angeles, Barcelona, Hong Kong and Milan. Check out her official site: http://www.inbekawori.com
Dance Dance Dance
たぶん、ダンスと写真似てる。カメラのつかいかたとか、カメラのしゅるいとか、まったくかんけいない。ダンスするときこころがもえる。見えないものがでてくる。写真とるときもいっしょ。生きてる気がつよくする。そのために写真とる。
I thought tonight, maybe dance and photography is similar. Level of skill or type of camera is irrelevant. Soul burns when you dance. It’s expression of what’s normally invisible. It gives strong sensation of living. This is reason why I photograph.
Facebook page
I finally claimed my facebook page address:
https://www.facebook.com/jaakko
Please “like” if you like.
Tatsuo Suzuki
I am big fan of Tatsuo Suzuki. His photos are really honest, confronting but in a very proper way. He is one of the rare, huge talents in Japanese street photography scene.
I wonder what he shoots with. Looks like maybe tri-x.
Definably check him out in flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tatsu001/
My Silent Road Exhibition
I will exhibit my photo series “My Silent Road” sometimes soon in a very special place in Yokohama. I realized I have started to think think of Yokohama naturally as my hometown. Finland feels like a chapter which I have already read and there’s no reason to return to it. There are so many lovely people near me here. I really was like a walking corpse once, but now I feel healthy and alive again. Love Songs might be for my mother. But this is for you.
Eric Kim: Grandfather
http://erickimphotography.com/index.php?/black-and-white-street-photography/-grandfather/
I was really moved about the photo series by Eric Kim. These images went straight into my heart. Eric Kim has such a big courage and love for photography and with the photos of his grandfather I feel it’s so obvious how he has let photography to take over his life. And then it feels so natural that he shot his own grandfather’s funeral.
Beautiful, moving work.
My Silent Road
My new photo series “My Silent Road” now playing in front of www.hiyayaakko.com . It is also viewable in Gallery.
Door of Perception
More than I like Shinoyama Kishin, I like Moriyama Daido. More than I like Moriyama Daido, I like Araki.
Then I seem like I am breathing the soul of Japanese editor Kazuo Nishii whose documentary “Letter from yellow cherry blossom” I saw in Finland. Many years ago!
Photograph is a door of perception for me.
It makes me feel alive
Can I take your photo?
Depression
Depression in my case cannot maybe be helped. How many times I have said I will quit taking photo, music or movie? After a little time pass, I will always take my camera again. I couldn’t stop it after all.
What comes to my identity, I realize I am “cameraman”. It is who I am, honestly. This is unlikely to change anytime soon. The process of making work with human value is always painful in my case. You kind of show yourself naked to the world. And the wind always hurts! There’s no escape, no secret safe room where you could withdraw and look at your frames.
I can’t understand how my wife can bear to live with a person like me. Or then, she must be an angel

